So I left off with me having graduated as a health coach through IIN, wanting to change careers, but just feeling tethered to the film industry. I had so many self-doubts: I’m not qualified enough; I’m not young enough; pretty enough; fit enough; clever enough; I haven’t got enough savings to support this career change.
You know, the usual! Just standing in my own damn way!
was coming to a close and I decided it was high time to at least launch my business as a side hustle. I began working with an amazing designer, The Vegan Bliss Co, who came up with my gorgeous logo, branding and website design. It was time to put myself out there!
Bespoke Body was born and I started accepting paying clients in between film work. It was exciting to finally be taking steps towards living my true purpose. Juggling the film industry with anything else is not easy. Film hours are insane and demanding. When I was on a super hectic shoot, I wouldn’t really be able to give much energy or focus to Bespoke Body, so it felt a little stop/start.
Health wise, I was still pretty much walking my talk. I managed to stay fit and well on film jobs, even when I was away from home. I love to tell clients about this time in my life, because I was honestly sometimes working 16 hour days, 6 days a week, yet I still managed to make time for good nutrition, meditation and movement to support my body and keep me feeling tip-top. Even if it was 5 mins of exercise or deep breathing and getting a green concoction in when I was in the middle of nowhere… It’s about staying consistent. If you want something, you will make it happen!
Please don’t think that I’m a complete saint though! I always preach about finding YOUR balance, so for me, there are and were many moments of indulgence and couch potato days. Burgers and wine, balanced by green smoothies and a workout. Lack of sleep, then sleeping in. Fun parties with friends and then meditation retreats. You get the picture.
I was recently engaged and while many brides-to-be would immediately start dieting and training and “shedding for the wedding”, I had no such inclination.
I actually spent so much of the year travelling, which was a treat (especially looking back now!), so I was going with the flow in terms of eating and exercise and obviously enjoying all of my travel experiences without restriction or guilt. I spent five months of the year shooting a TV series in Morocco; then I got to spend 10 days in Greece with my girlfriends for my bachelorette and then finally I went to visit my fiancé on Mauritius.
Due to all the travel and wedding prep, Bespoke Body things were obviously not top priority.
I did have a few dark moments during the year of feeling frustrated, lost and stuck in terms of BB – and I must admit there were some occasions where I binge-ate and emotionally ate to numb or distract myself from those feelings.
The final push before the wedding, I was really proud of myself for not going to extremes with my diet and exercise. I just carried on as normal – working out, eating well, with plenty of celebrations in between. I look at my wedding photos and I look like myself – happy, healthy and normal!
And that brings us to this crazy year! In January, I finally took the leap of faith and said no to many film work offers. I wanted to dedicate myself full time to all things Bespoke Body.
I started teaching group fitness classes. I was creating cleanses and recipes and just fully fully living my brand and I looked and felt my absolute best!
I was nearly three months into that journey, slowly slowly building things up from scratch, when we were hit with a pandemic and a strict lockdown.
Initially the stress of my husband not being able to work and our very little savings dwindling, big mountain of debt, coupled with me teaching up to two classes a day online, meant I lost some weight.
Somewhere during lockdown, (like many others) I started baking and cooking (and often eating) like a maniac. I slowed down with my teaching schedule (burnout was defs looming!) and next thing you know I’d packed on a few kilos.
I think it was around the time that I started reviewing my old journals to write this series, that I laughed at myself stressing at a certain number on a scale back in the day (thinking I was so huge!) and here I was basically weighing the same again. My body composition was definitely better from my consistent exercise habit, so I guess I looked better. (Another reason to not be so fixated with numbers on a scale!) The greatest change though, was that gaining a little weight, didn’t send me into a downward spiral of depression, further self-sabotage, then guilt and punishment! No more of that!
What I’m so proud of is that I’ve come to learn that my outward appearance and weight are transient and almost inconsequential in comparison to my inner landscape! Hallelujah.
Around this time, a few months ago, I started to feel consistently bloated and tired. My boobs seemed bigger, I was a little bit emotional. I put the bloating down to my weight gain and all the lockdown baking; I put the other symptoms down to PMS.
But my period didn’t come… and didn’t come… and so eventually I decided to get a pregnancy test.
And what do ya know? I was pregnant! Whoa! That explained a lot!
The first trimester, I felt so bloated, tired and uncomfortable. The sudden feeling of losing control of my body was overwhelming. My boobs went massive overnight. I already didn’t know what to wear – especially as most of my day is spent in tight workout clothes. I barely had energy to train my clients, let alone myself. I was lucky to only experience a tiny bit of nausea and in between that, my appetite was huge! I guess feeling so tired, just made me crave carbs, sugar and comfort food.
Luckily, I’m in the glorious second trimester now and I’m feeling pretty normal! My energy is good, my appetite seems to have stabilised and I guess I’m growing used to my ever changing and expanding new body.
I’ve had to coach myself through a few moments of self-judgement and criticism, but I’m happy to say that I think I’m owning it and embracing this season of my life! I am growing a child and my body is blooming. So I take time to move my body in ways that feel good. I make sure I’m getting good nutrition in, but you better believe I’m also having quite a few more treats and indulgences than usual, coz #YOPO (You’re on pregnant once) – although there’ll probs be another in the future, who knows?! One baby at a time! Eeeeep!
So that’s my journey so far: gaining, losing, gaining, losing, gaining.
I’ve learnt so much along the way and now it is my deepest honour to guide and help other women on their own journeys to finding balance, happiness, peace and love with their own bodies.
Thank you for reading!
Lots of love!
If you have not read Part 1, I suggest you do so before continuing. Again… a little disclaimer and trigger warning for those currently dealing with issues of body dysmorphia or eating disorders, this may not be the best reading for you if you are feeling unstable. I must also reiterate that this piece is mostly exerts from my journal going back to 2007. I was in a very different head space (I actually felt like a totally different person!) and as you’ve hopefully witnessed from my current work and content, I’ve healed, transformed and grown immensely since then! It has been so interesting to look back and see how far I’ve come. I also want to give hope to those who don’t believe dramatic and lasting transformation is possible. It is!
02 June 2007
What can only be described as a BREAKTHROUGH!!! I was feeling sad and lonely…. and I DIDN’T USE FOOD TO COMFORT MYSELF!!! I wasn’t even really tempted by the thought of binge eating. I just thought to myself “What for? It will only make me feel worse.” Hallelujah!
I got on the scale yesterday. I was disappointed. I expected the loss to be more. I still have a long, long way to go. I just have to remind myself that I’m trying to change and reprogram my body AND my brain. This takes time… especially if I want the results to last a lifetime. I just have to treat this as a learning process. I’m getting stronger day by day.
06 June 2007
It’s cold and it’s a struggle to find the motivation to change into my workout clothes. But every single time I get into my workout gear and start to break a sweat, my mood is lifted and I forget my worries… I start to feel free. When those endorphins kick in, I feel invincible. I believe I can do anything – achieve all my dreams. Every drop of sweat symbolises my demons: my dark thoughts, my bad habits, my self-sabotaging. As the sweat comes pouring out of me, I feel a little bit more of my negativity being melted away.
All this toxic excess weight that I carry around with me is a symbol of my self-destruction – of holding myself back from my true potential. As I chip away at the layers of self-hate, I slowly begin to see the beauty that lies beneath. The beauty that was always there. The beauty that I denied; the beauty that I took for granted; the beauty that I tried to suppress and destroy. Not just physical beauty: mental beauty, spiritual beauty, emotional beauty.
In my darkest days, all my best qualities deserted me. I could not laugh. I could not love. I could not even think. It was as if my soul had been snatched away, held hostage by a demon who instigated many months of self-destructive behaviour. Binge-eating, withdrawing from life and general complacency with my career and purpose.
I know that part of the cause of this behaviour was the little girl inside of me. The little girl who had endured many knocks during her childhood. The little girl who acted brave even when her heart was breaking. The little girl who sometimes felt like she was not enough, because she was different. This little girl decided she must portray herself as a strong survivor to the rest of the world. She kept so many thoughts and feelings bottled up inside. Feeling like an outsider. Feeling not rich enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough. Her parents divorce making her feel like even more of an outsider when all her friend’s parents were still together.
This little girl was awoken in my depressive state… but I didn’t want to feel all those old feelings. I didn’t want to face them. With every binge, I felt like I could numb the pain. If I ate enough, maybe I could take away the pain completely.
Obviously that was not the case. Trying to suppress and deny my past pain only caused more pain. A vicious cycle of depression, overeating, pain, more eating, more depression and on and on.
Writing this now, it seems so obvious and simple. But now I feel more like an observer of myself. I had to remove myself from that dark hole. I had to stop letting my demon child and my little girl personalities dictate my actions. I had to step back. I can talk to them now. I can find out what’s making them mad or sad.
I will also no longer try to be the sergeant major, trying to run my life – shouting and pushing myself and punishing myself every time I slip up or things don’t go according to plan.
I have to be nicer to myself…
11 June 2007
The lure of overeating junk food seems to fade every day. Despite trying circumstances I have held my ground against the temptation to binge.
Reading the book ‘The Secret’ really helped me.
I am so excited about starting this new chapter in my life. The world is opening itself to me and I am faced with endless options and opportunities.
So that’s where my journal entries come to an end… and where I’ll pick up and share with you a brief outline of my memories of life, food, my mood during the next few years.
I quit my personal training job and started working in the film industry. I thought it would be a once off shoot and then I’d pursue my dream of having an imported clothing boutique. One film job in and I was hooked! I was newly single, new career, new places, new people and life was fun fun fun. Whatever excess weight I’d been carrying around effortlessly melted away. After so many years of dieting and exercising and clean living, I swung in the opposite direction. Playing as hard as I worked, I started smoking, drinking and partying.
I was fully immersed in my new film career, but also fully immersed in not giving a fuck about my body. I hardly ever exercised, ate whatever catering was going around (daily greasy toasted sarmies!) and smoked and drank A LOT. My weight started to creep.
And creep and creep…
I was at least 5 kilos heavier. I can’t really remember major emotional binge-eating episodes, but I’m pretty sure they were happening. I also hadn’t fully healed from my abusive relationship and other past traumas. So I was coasting along, partying and not really allowing myself to feel. I think the weight gain was also a subconscious way of keeping men at a distance – like a buffer between me and the world.
2010 and 2011
…were pretty much the same. Work. Party. Not much fitness or health going on. In 2011 I went on a trip to America and when I looked at the photos of myself, it was like looking at someone else. I looked so big. My weight topped out somewhere in 2011 at 75 kilograms. I’m trying to think of the catalyst for me saying enough is enough and turning things around. Maybe it was the frustration of not fitting into any of my clothes. Maybe it was the way I felt. I remember going to the doctor to check if my thyroid and everything else was ok, because I just felt like crap. All my tests came back fine. It was obviously just my terrible lifestyle habits.
So somewhere around mid 2011, I took a long hard look at my unrecognisable reflection and decided it was time for change. I didn’t do anything extreme. There wasn’t a crazy workout regime or cleanse or anything. I just started to eat a little better and move a little bit more… I think there were also some cute guy interests that came along during this time. Work was also picking up. So again, as you can see… it’s usually not just about the food. There are so many factors in life that cause us to self-medicate or self-sabotage through food and other lifestyle habits. If I was bored or sad or feeling empty and I didn’t have the tools to cope and deal with these issues, then I would turn to food.
rolled around and I was looking and feeling much better. I still had my vices: smoking and probably drinking and partying a bit too much, but I’d lost most of my excess weight.
In March of 2012 I met someone very special (he’s now my husband!) and so life was amazing.
Young love, work was good and I had started to get back into yoga and moving more.
2013 / 2014
I started to really fall in love with yoga and that influenced my other lifestyle choices. I defs cut back on the partying and smoking and paid more attention to what was going into my body. It sort of snowballed from there. I started to educate myself on all things nutrition and healthy lifestyle related. Juice cleanses were all the rage then and I enjoyed experimenting with them. Vegan food was also taking off in Cape Town and I loved to try healthy new things. People at work would come to me for advice or to learn about anything health or fitness related. This lit me up.
In 2014 I started trying out some intense exercise classes like Sweat1000 and Switch. I had only really been doing yoga and the occasional run for so many years. I remember my first Sweat1000 class, I nearly passed out! The classes were such a vibe though: the thumping music, the group energy and the physical challenge which felt amazing after a few sessions. My fitness started to improve and of course my physique looked better and better.
I don’t remember weighing myself or tracking my diet during these years. I just went with the flow. Ate intuitively, moved my body and felt pretty good most of the time.
My love of all things health and wellness led me to studying a year long holistic health coaching course with The Institute for Integrative Nutrition. I absolutely loved the course. I explored so many different dietary theories and also (most importantly) the power of Primary Food. This is something that I’d kind of intrinsically known but hadn’t really pieced together in my life. Primary Food is: relationships, career, movement and spirituality – all things that “feed” us besides food. When our Primary Food is lacking or out of balance, then our wellbeing will be out of kilter. That was why whenever my Primary Food was screwed in the past (relationship and career troubles, boredom, lack of exercise etc) I turned to Secondary Food (actual food!) but in a non-nourishing way. So many A-HA! Moments! The course was so enlightening and healing for me.
My spiritual practice was also deepening and this allowed me to do so much trauma healing. My course came to an end and I thought that I would just magically change careers. Not so.
For two years, I did nothing with my health coaching qualification. Well not nothing. I dolled out advice and wellness tips to anyone who asked. I took care of my own health and fitness… but I was frustrated at not being able to fulfill my dream. The film industry had lost its sparkle for me. I wanted out, but I was terrible at saving and every film job offer just kept me tied down.
… I hope you are enjoying these posts. Please stay tuned for Part 3 coming soon!
I have to preface this post with a TRIGGER WARNING to anyone who is currently dealing with, or has recently overcome any kind of eating disorder or body dysmorphia or depression. If you are feeling sensitive or easilly triggered, maybe walk away. I also need to state that this series of stories will start off with exerts from my journal entries dating back to 2007. At the time, I think I was writing it as a compilation of stories to document my weight loss journey .
I am sharing this now, as a way of demonstrating the very long and windy road I have been on with my body and various eating disorders and diet addictions. I know so many women who have been through the same, or are maybe suffering right now and I hope that in sharing these very real and raw stories, it will take away some shame and maybe even help get you on the path to healing. I considered redacting some facts (like my weight) because it can be so triggering, but I decided to leave them in and hope that you don’t get too caught up in the numbers! Transferring these written entries to my laptop, really took me back and allowed me to see how very very far I’ve come. My mindset has obviously changed so much in 13 years! Working as a health coach and fitness trainer, has really shifted a lot for me and I have healed so much, especially through helping other women overcome these issues.
So grab a cup of tea, pull up a chair and happy reading (although much of it is not so happy!)
17 May 2007
The turning point came when I looked in the mirror and could no longer ignore the cellulite covering my legs, bum, stomach and (most alarmingly) my arms! Getting dressed had become a nightmare. Instead of effortlessly slipping on one of my beautiful and stylish ensembles, I had to tug and pull the biggest and stretchiest pants I owned over my inflated frame and then try and find some sort of dark and billowy top to disguise my potbelly and love handles.
All this coming from a certified and (busy) working personal trainer at one of the country’s top gyms. Clients came to me for inspiration and motivation. I wonder how much they had noticed the expansion of my frame.I wondered how many of them were secretly looking around my my replacement: skinnier, prettier and fitter. Someone who practiced what she preached and looked ‘the part’.
I wondered how many other people, besides my clients, had noticed my weight gain.
I was twelve kilograms heavier than my “normal” weight. That’s a lot of weight to gain (for no particular reason). I could be pregnant at this weight!
I decided to do some digging into my weight history to maybe shed some light on how I got here.
I was always a very skinny child – active, fidgety, with a small appetite (except when it came to sweets!) Other parents whispered and asked my mother if I was ill or had an eating disorder. I was perfectly healthy.
Ballet teachers were delighted with my naturally slender frame. “The perfect ballerina’s body” they said. I felt like an awkward beanpole in comparison to most of the other girls. I longed to GAIN weight and look “normal”. I consumed mass gain shakes. Nothing happened. So I accepted my body, bones and all.
In my early teens, a severe lower back injury interrupted my dancing hobby and led to years of inactivity. When puberty hit my hips started to fill out. Even so, my weight remained a steady 48 kilograms.
At the age of sixteen I discovered Muay Thai and immediately fell in love with the sport. I found a family in the other fighters at the dojo. I took my training seriously (it became my whole life) – training 3-5 hours a day, six days a week. (Crazy I know!)
For the first time in my life I felt empowered, strong, invinsible and really happy and fulfilled.
I was a warrior woman and all I wanted was to go live on an island in Thailand and train, eat and sleep Muay Thai.
I wish I had known then, as much as I do now about training and nutrition. I wish I’d had better trainers and mentors looking after me and protecting me. I was obviously overtraining and under eating, but I was commended on my discipline, commitment and “how good I looked”.
At my lowest point I weighed 44 kilograms. I was still eating, just not nearly enough to fuel my vigorous training. I was so consumed with my training, I never really stopped to take note of how I looked. But then more and more compliments came… and I realised that I needed to maintain this crazy regime to keep my weight down. Most weeks, I would get so faint and exhausted by Thursdays that I would usually binge eat from Thursday night until Sunday and then resume the starvation routine. I would also abuse laxatives and make myself vomit if I’d binged too much or if I had a weigh in for Muay Thai.
After a year or two of this craziness, I cooled off on my training slightly and started eating meat again (I’d been vegetarian for over a year). My weight started to climb, but it was mostly muscle. My body finally had fuel for my workouts. My weight stabilised between 48 and 50 kilograms and I remember feeling my best. I was lean, sexy and strong. Getting dressed was a pleasure and I remember feeling really happy. Oh and I got my period again, which had been absent for over a year during my most malnourished phase.
Later that year, during my Matric exams, I started to feel depressed, stressed and anxious. I was scared of change – of finishing school and that chapter of my life. We had just moved into a new house. I couldn’t train due to an injury and I was not coping well.
I started to self-medicate with food. I would eat a whole loaf of bread in one sitting; boxes of chocolate, cake, pizza – anything I could get my hands on. My mom would shout at me that the groceries she’d just purchased had “disappeared”.
My body ballooned from 50 kilos to 62 kilos within in a few months.
In my journal at this time I wrote:
‘… God I hardly recognise myself. I don’t even want to leave the house. My tummy, which my entire life has been flat as a pancake, is now bloated and blubbery and the fat rolls are spreading around my ribs. My ass is five times its size and dimply… My arms are shapeless hunks of fat. My face is swollen and blemished… This self-sabotaging must stop. I’m entering the big world now.’
It makes me so sad looking back. At a time when I should have been excited and out experiencing and living and loving (and just being 18 years old!) , I was trapping myself under twelve kilos of fear and fat. I look back now and think “what a waste!”
It took me about six months of being miserable and uncomfortable before something inside me said: ‘STOP! Enough!’ I stopped binge eating and started exercising again and slowly, but surely my weight dropped to about 53 kilos.
I felt like my old self again. I had confidence. I was smiling and happy. I could go shopping and wear what I wanted again. Life was good. It was at this weight and around this time that I met my boyfriend. I also started my personal training career. I felt fit, slender and inspirational.
Although over the next two years or so my weight would fluctuate between 54 and 57 kilos, it was not hard to maintain and was mostly stable.
Then about 18 months ago, multiple issues came to a head. I started to grow bored at work. I knew this was not where I wanted to be or what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I needed more stimulation. I needed to pursue my other passions. I was also under a lot of financial stress, due to a mountain of debt that I had aquired through reckless spending. My puppy had been run over and died in front of me, which was obviously devastating. The biggest issue was that I hadn’t properly dealt with or extricated myself from a previously abusive relationship.
To numb all this stress, frustration, pain and boredom, I began to binge eat again… on an almost daily basis.
The binges were insane. Jumbo size packets of chips, whole slabs of chocolates, packets of sweets and cookies, cake… all of this would be consumed in the space of about an hour. I would often get to the stage of feeling really uncomfortably full, heart pounding, almost nauseous, but I would continue eating – trying to fill the void; trying to kill the boredom; trying to numb the pain.
My weight steadily climbed. I trained less and binged more. I would sometimes even cancel clients and go and binge (like a drug addict). My favourite clothes were pushed to the back of the cupboard in favour of loose, baggy sacks. My skin broke out. I was lethargic and withdrawn.
I withdrew from my boyfriend. I felt so fat and ugly. I didn’t want to be touched or seen naked.
He was supportive and told me I was beautiful. I don’t think he could see my pain and what was going on in my head and my heart. I told him I wanted to go to Overeaters Anonymous and he said I was being ridiculous. I usually binged in private, so he never really witnessed the extent of my overeating.
I felt so uncomfortable, sad and depressed. I cried almost daily. I was angry with myself. Why did I punish myself? Why did I purposely go on a mission to make myself fat and miserable? Why did I want to hold myself back from my true potential? Why did I want to stop myself from living a happy and fulfilled life?
The light in my head was slowly being turned back on…
It’s like the chicken and the egg. I’m not really sure what came first and what caused what… My depressive episodes and my binge eating episodes.
Since the age of fifteen, I remember suffering bouts of depression. I felt like I was in a black hole. I didn’t want to see people, do anything or even leave my bed. It’s like a switch would be flipped and suddenly I would sink into a deep sadness. It could last anywhere from a day to two months.
Eating my feelings was how I would cope. I ate and ate and ate and then I would gain weight and feel even worse. A vicious cycle.
I never considered talking to anyone about my feelings, seeking help or taking medication. I believed (and still do to a degree) that if your symptoms of depression are mild and sporadic, that you can control and recover yourself through diet, exercise, meditation and other lifestyle choices.
I obviously didn’t heed this advice all the time and kept on self-medicating with junk food…
And so the other day I was feeling sad and mad and blue. I took myself to the gym wearing my disgusting ‘fat’ training uniform. All around me were these really fit, gorgeous and groomed women wearing cute little gym outfits. I used to be one of them! I had a whole cupboard full of cute little gym outfits. I thought “Stuff this, I don’t want to feel this way anymore!” This wasn’t me. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned for myself. I wanted to be young and free and out there in the world making my dreams come true, not wasting my time, money and energy self-sabotaging.
And just like that, a light in my head was turned fully back on and I felt ready to lose weight and keep it off.
21 May 2007
I’m not going to lie to you: put on weight is super easy (don’t exercise and stuff your face with as much junk as possible) , but losing weight and keeping it off requires hard work! Here’s the science: If half a kilogram of fat is equal to about 3500 calories, I would have to burn or be in a deficit of 84000 calories in order to lose 12 kilograms. If I consume 500 cals less a day or burn off 500 cals through exercise, it should take me between four to six months to lose the weight in a responsible manner.
This will require discipline, hard work and lots of motivation. The prospect of finally going to the beach and feeling really hot in my bikini is a thrilling idea.
Conquering my mind will be my hardest battle. My mind plays tricks on me. It tries to convince me to self-sabotage as soon as I’m starting to make progress. The fact that I acknowledge this behaviour maybe means that I am one step closer to conquering it.
I plan to really start embracing exercise again. I know that once I’m into it, I really do love it and the way it makes me feel. Six days a week, for at least an hour, I will do some form of exercise.
I plan to eat healthfully – moderate carbs, high protein, dairy, fruit and veg. I also plan to listen to my body and to satisfy cravings in a controlled and responsible manner. I plan on living life and that includes moderate indulgences of wine, cake, pizza, etc NO BINGING! That is not healthy for the body or the mind.
I think finding joy and fulfilment in my life will be the most important factor in losing weight and keeping it off. Living a truly authentic life means that I won’t have to feed my soul or fill any voids with food. I’ll already be too “full” of love and joy! 🙂
23 May 2007
Every day is a struggle in the beginning. I’m trying to break bad habits and enjoy healthy habits. There’s still a battle going on in my head. I want to change. I want to look and feel good… but there’s that little part of me that wants to self-sabotage. It shouts “Don’t train!” and “Go buy a cake, a bag of chips and five chocolates and we can eat it all.”
In the past, I have tried to shut that voice up, but it seemed to just fuel the fire. I have given in to that voice and it grew stronger. So now I am learning to acknowledge this part of me. I ask it why it is hurting or bored and what it needs to feel better besides binge eating.
It’s really hard. On past weight-loss attempts, I’ve been “good” for a week or so and then this voice kicks in and I just want to rebel and mess up any progress I’ve made.
Now I’m trying to think long-term. Can I eat and train this way for the rest of my life? If the answer is “Yes”, then I’m ok… At the moment I’m just trying to form some new healthy habits. Apparently it takes 21 days to form a new habit. I can hang in there! Most of my life I have lived, trained and eaten healthfully. I just have to get back to that mindset.
Ultimately, once I’ve reached my desired weight and maintained it, I hope I can stop being so obsessive about eating. I hope that my life will be balanced and full, so that I don’t spend every idle moment contemplating food and my body. I hope that one day I will no longer want or need to count count count calories day after day after day. I hope and wish and pray that I will be able to just regulate my eating and exercise intuitively. I hope that I will be able to truly listen to my body.
30 May 2007
Putting on weight seems like a quick and easy process. One day you’re thin, then you eat twelve pizzas, two cakes, five pies and the next thing you’re fat! Losing weight (responsibly) is much harder and much slower. I feel like I’ve been eating well and exercising forever, yet it’s only been ten days! There’s still that little voice that tells me I should reward myself for being so “good” by going and eating a whole lot of junk food. I will not listen! I know that the half kilogram that I have worked so hard to lose could be regained in a matter of minutes.
Yesterday I threw on a pair of combat pants that were usually loose fitting – they were tight. Another reminder of how much work is still to be done to undo the consequences of my self-destruction. To add insult to injury, while I was in the grocery store, my buttons on said pants popped off. I feel so sad and ashamed. It’s ok. It’s yet another anecdote for me to use to never let myself get like this again.
Thank you for reading Part 1… there’s more to come…
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Hello lovely people! I can't believe it's already the last week in January! Like whoa. Slow down 2020! I have been a busy bee teaching, writing, creating... I am feeling so inspired and I just want to bring as much value as possible to all my clients and followers and...
Happy New Year and New Decade my lovelies! Astrologically the energy of 2018 and 2019 was very much about unraveling, learning, healing and growth... a period of cocooning and preparation. We uncovered some hard truths, scratched at old wounds, broke down, stumbled......
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